Alexa, Tim’s ex-girlfriend

The resemblance was uncanny. It wasn't just that Walter had been transformed into a woman—it was that he looked exactly like Alexa, Tim’s ex-girlfriend.

The sight was jarring. There sat the person who used to be Tim's father, now possessing long, straight blonde hair that spilled over her shoulders, and skin so fair it seemed to glow against the neutral beige cushions of the couch. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a graphic design: a red circle with a diagonal line through it, enclosing a blue female symbol. Below the icon, the bold blue letters spelled out "NO MA'AM." The shirt’s defiant message felt like a sharp, ironic jab at their current situation—a statement of independence that seemed to mock the very idea of being "tamed" or traditional.

The contrast was even more striking because of her lower body; she wore tight, shiny black leather pants that hugged her new curves perfectly, catching the light every time she shifted. It was a look that was both stylish and intimidatingly feminine.

Despite the delicate, beautiful appearance of the woman sitting before them, when Walter spoke, it wasn't a feminine lilt that came out. Instead, his original, deep male voice rumbled from the slender throat, creating a surreal, almost hilarious dissonance.

"Stop staring at me like I’m a museum exhibit," Walter grumbled, his masculine voice sounding absurdly heavy coming from such a petite frame. He shifted his legs, the black leather creaking softly with the movement.

Tim groaned, leaning back and taking a long, much-needed drag from his shisha hose to mask his bewilderment. "It’s hard not to stare, Walter. You look exactly like her. Every time you shift your weight, it’s like Alexa is about to tell me our 'relationship needs more communication' again."

"Don't remind me," Walter muttered, the NO MA'AM slogan on his chest rising and falling with a heavy, frustrated sigh. "And for the record? These leather pants are incredibly tight in places they shouldn't be."